Something to ponder, H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S-!!!

Now this is hilarious!! Grab some tissue 'cause you're gonna need it!! VERY funny! An embarrassing moment brought to you by a cute sista! It is hilarious. A few weeks ago, I went to the car wash, the one on Branch Avenue where Circuit City use to be, and next to the McDonalds. Anywho, I pull up to the vacuum section. Well, next to me to my right is a HOT BROTHA in a NIIIIICE BMW. Then on the left of me is another brotha in a Benz. The one in the BMW was CUTE and we made eye contact and he said "hey, how ya doin" . . . I said "fine now that I'm here talking to you".....he smiled.

I was looking real cute on this day...couldn't tell me a thang. But something kept telling me before I even pulled up to the carwash to go home and don't worry about cleaning the car, but noooo, I had to be hardheaded . . . Anyway, so I started in the back. I took the mats out and started vacuuming the floors...then I did the mats. Meanwhile, the guy to my right is checking me out . . . (because you know a sista had to bend ova to get down on the floors n what not.) So, I was finished with the back and threw the nozzle up to the front . . . rushing because I didn't want the machine to run out and cut off. So I go up to the front passenger side of my car to grab the nozzle to vacuum the front. I grab the nozzle and you ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED NEXT!!! I hit myself in the forehead with the nozzle and the only thing I heard was SWISSSHHHHH WOOOOOOOF!!! The doggonee nozzle snatched my wig clean off my head!!! I couldn't believe it . . . And then on top of that, I had on a pair of old panty hose on my head, with the legs tied in a knot, with the crotch sitting right on top of my head near my forehead...!!!!! Ghetto as hell girl...only because my son has been wearing my wig stocking caps trying to get waves!!!!

So, I'm in the car just fighting to get my wig back...we were struggling .... . . and the more I fought with that possessed nozzle, the more it sucked my wig in . . . I'm sweatin, all outta breath...and finally, the machine cuts off and my wig is halfway lodged in the hose . . . I'm mad as hell, hot, sweating and out of breath, and the same fine dude (in the BMW) that I was flirting with came over and was like..."are you ok"....now mind you, I had to get out the car because my mats were on the side . . . and I was SO EMBARRASSED, because now I got this stocking cap on my head, and he is trying his hardest not to laugh . . . but I could see it in his face. I just wanted to crawl under my car . . . for real. The only thing I could say was "uh huh . . . " He said something else, but I just turned my back because I'm standing there holding a nozzle with half a wig stuck in it.

I grabbed my wig (her name was KATHY) and just threw it in the car. Lint was everywhere. Meanwhile, by this time every cute guy in DC wants to pull up and get his car washed. Don't forget I've got to walk around my car to get in on the drivers side. I was dying on the inside. Morale of this story . . . follow your mind and if you don't follow your mind glue that wig to your head!!! p.s. For the record, I'm not the sista in the story. LOL!